Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

O Captain! My Captain! - Poem by Walt Whitman


O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.


O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.


My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Form: Elegy


Comments about O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman

  • Britte Ninad (6/12/2018 3:48:00 AM)


    My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
    My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;

    o deadly description- horrible scene

    I am the last trip
    speed of tortoise
    coward viewer
    twinkle wink
    with weary ink of heart and tired brain
    has written all....!
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  • (5/31/2018 8:32:00 PM)


    Please give me a preparation of this poem twins written by henry sambrook leigh (Report) Reply

  • Mahtab Bangalee (5/31/2018 5:05:00 AM)


    Here Captain! dear father!
    This arm beneath your head;
    It is some dream that on the deck,
    You've fallen cold and dead.
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  • (5/15/2018 10:01:00 PM)


    That is horrible that you would use a mechanical voice to recite those lines. Do even respect (Report) Reply

  • (5/13/2018 9:39:00 AM)


    One of the first poems I learned in 3rd grade. Heart felt, sorrowful, respectful poem. 'They' don't write them like this today; it's a shame. (Report) Reply

  • (5/12/2018 8:27:00 AM)


    extremely bad poem....... I hate it........worst poem ever heard.......I think Whitman was mad when he wrote this poem (Report) Reply

  • (5/4/2018 9:51:00 AM)


    Ver nice poem (Report) Reply

  • (5/1/2018 8:33:00 AM)


    Love ❤ you princess 👸 (Report) Reply

  • (5/1/2018 8:32:00 AM)


    I love ❤ this poem (Report) Reply

  • Sylvaonyema Uba (4/13/2018 6:17:00 AM)


    O CAPTAIN my captain Nicely written. SYLVA-ONYEMA UBA (Report) Reply

  • (4/5/2018 12:02:00 PM)


    It brings tears in my eyes cause it reminds me of Robin Williams so bad. Oh Captain, My Captain (Report) Reply

  • (3/30/2018 8:53:00 AM)


    best i have ever heard (Report) Reply

  • (3/9/2018 2:50:00 PM)


    Am I the only one that thinks of dead poet society (Report) Reply

  • (3/7/2018 7:59:00 PM)


    Cool Beans (Report) Reply

  • (2/18/2018 6:00:00 AM)


    Oh Captain. My captain The poem in itself is mesmerising. But the audio lakes the feel. (Report) Reply

  • (2/4/2018 7:02:00 AM)


    You have read so boringly like you are dying (Report) Reply

  • (1/8/2018 5:22:00 AM)


    Yo we were memorizing this poem its kinda hard to memorize the 3rd stanza but its a great poem☺☺ (Report) Reply

  • (11/13/2017 2:27:00 PM)


    O what a great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Suman Pokhrel (10/22/2017 5:31:00 AM)


    Here Captain! dear father!
    This arm beneath your head;
    It is some dream that on the deck,
    You've fallen cold and dead.

    Beautiful!
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  • (10/20/2017 12:46:00 PM)


    This poem was learnt during my school days. Grade V. The poem was just memorized.
    Now, I read the poem again. I wish he was here now to converse with at least for these lines
    O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
    The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
    The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
    While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

    On reading between lines, I wonder what should have been the state of mind of the poet while penning down :)
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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